Levi Türk

I have a compulsion: When my brain is idle, ie I'm just looking out of my head, I often start to count letters in words. I try to divide words into two equally long parts since I was about 13 years old. For exemple, exxe-mple. x counts for two. LLev-ente. MMatéé-riauxx. fils*d-e*pute. TThe*for*c-e*awwakens. Sometimes I do entire sentences. The rules are many and wildly complicated for spaces, accents and the *signs (fillers for odd character counts). I have prefected this word-splitting throughout the years. I can't not do it. Whenever I leave my brain blank, the character-counting starts. On one level, it gives me some kind of weird satisfaction, yet I also hate it and would erase it from my mind if I could. I recently looked it up and it is a form of OCD. The system by which I cound letters has evolved greatly throughout the years, although most of the rules were established by the time I was about 16. here are some of the rules: Capital letters co...

'I should order my room.' Who says that? Is that you?  Your consciousness? Your mom? Your flatmate? The 'boss' inside you? I have a theory. You have two guys living inside you. One is the Master and the other is the SLAVE. I wouldn't order my room unless the Master really convinces me to. I don't like to go shopping. I don't like to wake up early. I don't like to change the light bulb. Or do I? After all it's not me, who does it. It's the guy who controls my body, its the SLAVE who does whatever I ask him. I actually rather prefer to have my room ordered and my light bulb changed. I am sometimes pretty pissed off by the lazy SLAVE who refuses to do whatever I ask him. I mean I get him social status, I feed him, I get him to cool places, I get him dates, for God's sake! My SLAVE should be way more obedient to me. He depends on me not ME on him. My fragile, lazy, addicted, subcortical slave shall serve M...